I am, or was, a remote terminal. My sisters explored other stars, and I remained by our creator's side. They reported their findings to him through me, utilizing our joined consciousness. I learned...a little more of life apart. Not enough.
[Minuet can actually feel thoughts and images trying to press through their connection to him, a natural form of communication to show him a broader picture of what she's talking about, but the channel is too narrow and tenuous to put them through, just now.]
When they fell into despair, they stole me to them; others could have reached them through me, otherwise, to stop them.
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[ There's a sensation like perhaps he realizes what she's doing and attempts to help . . . but without a physical connection, his abilities are limited. He relents.
This despair . . . from what I hear, they're intent on spreading it. ]
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The question they...we...were asked to find the answer to...
"Does life have meaning? What do other races, on other stars, live for?"
[the connection actually flickers for a moment, much like Minuet's flickered in the mindmeld but in the opposite direction, something dark and too-heavy rather than a bright boost crossing it like a cloud over the sun]
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[her hands, their one point of anything even close to physical connection, tighten slightly on his, a comforting gesture. he can feel the vast, distant strain she makes to complete the psychic movement of her touch.
but her answer is bleak nonetheless.]
"Though worlds apart, these peoples shared a belief. The belief that they had tried their best; that they had tried to fulfill their potential, with every step and success. In the course of this they learned the truth: that they would never be free of fear and sorrow, anger and despair--of loneliness--so long as they yet lived."
It hurts them so, still. The souls in us cry out. And we will never...never see our creator smile again.
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[there's a sort of very gentle refutation that comes down the line, not judging or fearful, just wordless fact: if he binds one, he actually binds them all. Hope's ego might be a thing apart, in this small secret way, but metaphysically he is fucking with something that had deeply murky definitions of objective individualism before it became an MMORPG endboss. he will have to be careful.]
Yes.
...I don't think I can speak very much longer, but...I'll keep the light going.
I am with you.
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Cool. Cool cool cool. Cool.
Why have they imprisoned you? ]
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[Minuet can actually feel thoughts and images trying to press through their connection to him, a natural form of communication to show him a broader picture of what she's talking about, but the channel is too narrow and tenuous to put them through, just now.]
When they fell into despair, they stole me to them; others could have reached them through me, otherwise, to stop them.
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This despair . . . from what I hear, they're intent on spreading it. ]
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The question they...we...were asked to find the answer to...
"Does life have meaning? What do other races, on other stars, live for?"
[the connection actually flickers for a moment, much like Minuet's flickered in the mindmeld but in the opposite direction, something dark and too-heavy rather than a bright boost crossing it like a cloud over the sun]
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Something sharp and too close and still so acutely painful flares up, before being dragged back into the depths.
And the answers they found among the stars weren't to their liking? ]
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but her answer is bleak nonetheless.]
"Though worlds apart, these peoples shared a belief. The belief that they had tried their best; that they had tried to fulfill their potential, with every step and success. In the course of this they learned the truth: that they would never be free of fear and sorrow, anger and despair--of loneliness--so long as they yet lived."
It hurts them so, still. The souls in us cry out. And we will never...never see our creator smile again.
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(There is no life free of fear and sorrow)
(Anger and despair)
(Loneliness)
And yet--
They're wrong.
They gave up halfway. ]
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you could show them (us)...
the rest of the way?
[the voice is beginning to take on a more distant, echoing quality again, though her quiet hold doesn't falter.]
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I can.
And I will.
Is that the ending you want? To step into the light together with them? ]
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I gave you a memory, when you reached for me. It was from...the start of our long, long journey.
To step into the light together...I don't know how it can be done. But I'd like that, I think.
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As long as that's true . . . you have limitless potential. Don't give up. We will find a way. ]
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I will wait for you, and all the others. I'm only sorry...I can't do more in the meantime. But I'll keep trying.
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Actually . . . I should be thanking you. You helped Crescendo, didn't you?
And you're still fighting to help even now. ]
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there's something chime-bright and flustery in the fading line for a moment.
Could you please tell Crescendo...I would like to speak to him again? But, um, maybe not the same way. It was really...really very bad for him.]
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Like this, with me as the conduit. I could keep him from touching the shared consciousness himself.
. . . He really wants to talk to you too. ]
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I left him a word. I don't know why they were hiding it, but, I think it might help?]
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"Eternity"? ]
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a dark thrum full of teeth and the ringing of bells...descends. he can feel it drape over her
(not just her not just her)
like a net.
she is still. she does not fight it. it's another point of connection, though it doesn't naturally belong to either of them. he can feel what it does.
luckily, at this point in real time, her sisters are still asleep.]
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HEY. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS. He doesn't want this--
Shit! I'm sorry. ]
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But . . . I can see where it'll be useful against your sisters. ]
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Yes.
...I don't think I can speak very much longer, but...I'll keep the light going.
I am with you.
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And if you don't -- I'll come find you. ]
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then he drifts away, to another dream, in peace.]